Vaani:- "Ye kya kar rahe aap, hum gir jaayenge! Niche utaariye humein. Aan, put me down." In a surprise turn of events, she didn't even realised what she called him.
Aanvik:- "Don't ever call me that, only my family members are allowed to call me by...
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After quickly returning to my room to grab my t-shirt and shorts, I take a brief shower before beginning to prepare for the upcoming function. A striking green and multi-coloured lehenga lies on the bed. While it may be Kaya Didi's previous attire, one cannot be picky when in need. After donning the elegant lehenga provided, I meticulously applied my makeup, taking care to highlight my best features. When I was finally finished, I stepped back to admire the result in the mirror, and to my surprise, I was thoroughly impressed. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my newfound makeup skills and even wondered if I could pursue a career as a makeup artist. However, as I glanced at the clock, I realized that it was already midday and I had yet to contact Sameer.
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The thought made me anxious as I wondered why he hadn't reached out to me either. I quickly took my phone and video call him but couldn't connect it. So, I tried to connect to him via a normal call, but it also went to unreachable. I shrug the bad thoughts away. Maybe he is busy is the functions. After all, it's his Mehendi as well.
"Mamma!"
Yes, Zee, I am in the room."
"Wow, mamma! You look like a princess. You are so beautiful." I chuckle at his antics.
"Aww! Come here baby, give Mumma a kiss." He jumps in my arms and kisses me and then snuggles into my arms.
"Thak gaya mera bacha. Abhi jaldi se jaa kar mamma mehendi lagwati hai and then uske baad mamma aur zee masti karenge phir mamma Zee ki maalish kar degi jaldi se, aur zee think ho jaayega!" he nods at me, and I take him downstairs with me as the function is about to begin.
(Translation:- "My child is tired. Mumma will go and quickly apply the henna then after that, Mom and Zee will have fun, and then Mom will quickly give Zee a massage, and Zee will feel better.")
Zee jumps from my arms and goes to other kids to play. Chachi invites me to take a seat in the designated area while the talented henna artist carefully adorns my hand with stunning designs. As the artist works, we chat amiably, making the experience even more enjoyable. As I look around, I can't help but notice how much fun everyone is having. Some girls and children are even dancing to a lively Bollywood tune. They kindly invite me to join in, and of course, I accept their invitation. They all compliment me on my smile, appearance, and dancing skills, which makes me feel good.
